heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Bimini
I searched the world over… Maps, online queries All the beautiful places, enticing faces Nothing called my soul And then
Wendi ChristnerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIntrusive Thoughts
Intrusive Thoughts I have been thinking of wading out into water Going further than just knee deep Sinking into the deep end
Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob BossPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFor Soldiers
I throuh this poem will releate with your emotion towards the soldiers that I have written this poem for the hardworking of the soldiers towards their nation so, lets enjoy the poem.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsCome Back Home
Much more than a hit of dopamine You actually taught me what love means I don't need serotonin To tell me just how far I was falling
Frankie MartinelliPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWrung Me Dry
I would have never chosen anyone over you. Despite the fact that you never gave me grace. You said you waited for me but we both know you were born without patience, you did no waiting. You borrowed my time, used me and wrung me dry, and once I became tattered and didn't bend back fluffy and new from the drying line, you found me ugly, stiffened, not realizing you did the using. Told me to sort it out, foot the dry cleaning bill and return new or as close to it as I could. Even though I had been the one used to clean up all your messes. Losing bits of myself all along the way. Sopping and soaking up, cushioning and cleansing, wash, rinse, and repeating with you. Allowing whatever cycle you were in to run it's full course. Again
Hayley MattoPublished 4 months ago in Poets"I can't" is weak
I never understood those words he’d say when I would need his help or hand, or more. Failure was a friend to him. I know to win was disappointment’s only cure.
The Mixed EditionPublished 4 months ago in PoetsYou-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEmbers of Growth
Welcome or welcome back, dear readers. I sincerely hope you find yourself in good health as we step into this New Year. Let's collectively embrace a fresh start, bidding farewell to the echoes of the past. Within the confines of my space, I extend an invitation for you to join me on this new journey. Through the art of poetry, I aspire to share the depths of my thoughts and emotions. May these words resonate with your hearts, creating a connection that transcends the boundaries of the written page. Here's to a year filled with new perspectives, shared moments, and the enduring power of the written word.
simran sadangiPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe trees are gone.
I remember so little of my youth. I remember trees. People had lawns, driveways, and those weird patches of grass just after the sidewalk.
Matt LadouceurPublished 4 months ago in PoetsGhost Of You
I fell for the ghost of you; the one in my head that made me think it was you, the one that would want to be with me and tell me I was going to be okay,
Angel AdagioPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAn object
In the quiet corner of my room, it stands, An object of memories, crafted by hands. A weathered book, with pages turned by time,
BrendonJosephPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA moment in time
In the stillness of a moment, time suspends, A fleeting glimpse of life, where magic blends. A breath held gently, as seconds unfold,
BrendonJosephPublished 4 months ago in Poets